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keigo lore

cw; mentions of suicide, mentions of drug addiction, allusions to SA, mentions of running away, mentions of familial death from overdose, allusions to anxiety and depression, please please please do not read this if any of these are triggering to you, this chapter is not super important to the plot, it’s a side quest that just explains the history between keigo and touya from the last chapter’s lore drop, MDNI, please be mindful of you’re mental state when reading this chapter

who is keigo takami?

well to put it simply, keigo takami is an older brother and works as a restaurant bar manager. but who is keigo takami beneath that?

keigo takami is a broken child.

when keigo was two years old, his sister was born. that was fine, he loved playing with her and watching her grow up. from two years old to seven years old, life couldn’t have been better, he had his parents and his sister. when he was six things between his parents got a bit rocky, but still that was okay. he still had them and his sister.

until he didn’t.

when keigo was seven, he learned that not all parents stay together. he also learned what cheating really was and why his sister didn’t really look like him. his dad said he’d take care of him and that he’d still get to see him, that didn’t last very long.

when keigo was ten, his dad remarried and moved away; he never saw him again. keigo had to take care of himself, his sister, and his mom who found her solace in drugs. little keigo did what he could, which as a ten year old, wasn’t much.

when keigo was fourteen, he met touya at school. the two became friends fast, hanging out at school, or the park when they had the time. neither of them wanted the other at their house for varying reasons.

in the summer between freshman and sophomore year when keigo was 15, he and touya began dating. it was the happiest keigo had been in years, but he still had his mom and sister to take care of. keigo worked hard to make sure that his sister was taken care of, that his mom was doing okay, and that his relationship lasted. he started working as a busser and dishwasher for a restaurant. working as many hours as he could, he’d take the bus after school and on weekends.

when keigo was sixteen, his sister tried running away in hopes to make it easier for keigo. she got as far as the park five blocks from their house before keigo found her. “i need you here, i can’t lose you, please little sis. it’s just you and me against the world. i will always protect you and take care of you. no matter what happens, i promise to always be there.” his words had made them both cry and she followed him home. that night, keigo held his sister while they fell asleep for the first time since they were kids.

when keigo was seventeen, a number of things happened. in may, he bought touya a promise to give him on their anniversary in september. in june, his sister tried to kill herself, she wouldn’t tell him why, but he thought it might have something to do with her ex-boyfriend or maybe their mom. in july, his mom passed away and he started working more to get a place for his sister and him to live. keigo never got to give touya the ring, because in august dabi, as he apparently now went by, broke his heart. keigo was left wondering if it was his fault.

when keigo was eighteen, he graduated high school and started working nearly everyday. he saved up enough to buy a car and would take his sister to school in the morning before going to work. his sister got into gaming as an escape and he did everything he could to support her. keeping her face hidden, she started streaming and soon enough started making money.

“keigs, i got money from streaming my games.” his sister had said one morning on the drive to school, keigo was almost twenty while his sister was a few months shy of being eighteen.

“that’s awesome chickadee, how much did you get?” he glanced at her from the driver seat while stopped at a red light.

“nine hundred dollars.” keigo gaped at his sister in shock, a car honked behind them, and he started driving again.

“that’s amazing, i’m so proud of you little sister.” she smiles at his words, feeling shy at what she says next.

“i want you to have it.” he’s shaking his head before she even finishes talking.

“no.”

“but keigs-”

“i said no, save it for college. don’t waste it on me.”

“It’s not a waste to me. i want to spend it on you. you’re my big brother, you take care of me.”

“exactly, i take care of you. not the other way around.”

“keigo please.”

“i said no.”

she doesn’t say anything more but a couple weeks later he has new clothes for work and a new phone for his birthday, he doesn’t bring it up.

and now, keigo is twenty-four, working a restaurant bar manager position that he worked his ass off to prove himself worthy of and get promoted to. he has them living in a two bedroom apartment in a nicer part of town, his little sister is in college and still streaming.

and the love of his life, the boy that broke his heart, is sitting on the couch in his living room, looking very much like he belongs there. keigo’s heart breaks all over again, and the ring he keeps hidden in the back of his closet calls his name for the first time in years.

he’s fucked.

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new hire — bakugou katsuki

summary. when midoriya suggests bakugou make his way up the rankings, he takes you under his wing: someone with no hero experience other than their license exam and a dream.

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Fantasies / (t.shigaraki x GN! Reader) (Drabble)

☆ porn no plot

☆ cw / tw : Male masturbation. Thats it. Tomura jacks it.

Tomura really can’t help himself, he’s tried, god he’s tried to stop himself but he’s going fucking feral at this point.

It was totally your fault. Yea. Yea that’s right, you stood too close to him today, he got a whiff of your perfume and now here he was, furiously rutting his hand against his cock like a horny teenager. But fuck he really can’t help it. You smelt so good and shit your hair looked so nice, and your outfit…

“Oh Tomura.” Your voice would be sweet and soft as you’d coo at him. Tomura could see it now, clear as day, you’d grin at him with those pretty eyes and lick down his chest.

Tomura could feel his cock twitch in his hands and he shuddered, chewing on his lips. Fuck, the thought of you was driving him insane, he was going insane. 

“Ah ah… focus on me…” you would dip your head down and kiss the tip of his cock lovingly, licking on his tip. Tomura would jolt, the mere sensation of your tongue on his sensitive cockhead would make his head spin.

And then you’d lean down and take him fully into your mouth and-

Tomura shuddered, cock twitching as he came, his cum dripping off his chest as a slew of curses spilled from his chapped lips.

Shit.

He still couldn’t hold out long enough to finish his fantasy…

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Chapter 06.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : Play fighting, talks of drinking

"Oi dumbass." Katsuki huffs as you look up from where you were seated on the couch, scrolling through your phone,

"Don't call me that stupid." You grin, tossing your phone to the side and getting up. "What's up buddy?"

Katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Grab the chilli powder. Top shelf. On the left. Far left." He instructs and you raise an eyebrow.

"Ordering me around? How rude."

"Not helping me make dinner? I think that makes you, the rude one here."

"I'm the guest!" You gasp, placing a hand on your chest, in mocking offence.

Katsuki scoffs. "Uh huh. Well my hands are full of batter. So if you would rather be doing the dirty work I would be glad to wash them and sit on the couch." 

He grins, moving his batter covered hands towards you, making you shriek and stumble back.

Katsuki cackles, stepping forward and sticking his hands out, chasing you around his kitchen with his dirty hands.

"Okay okay!" You shout, sides hurting from the running and all the laughing. "I'll grab you the chilli powder!! Just please! Mercy!" 

Katsuki slows to a stop and grins triumphant. "I won then."

"A draw."

"Nah I won that one."

"Nah I'd say it was a draw."

"You'd say wrong cause I won."

You shake your head and trudge back into the kitchen, reaching for the chilli powder and along with Katsuki's supervision, adding it into the batter.

"Thanks." He mumbled under his breath, rolling his arms, pulling a crick out of his shoulders as he got back into cooking you both dinner.

Your eyes stay trained on his skilled hands as they work, watching each muscle flex under his warm skin. His body looked warm - buzzing with blood and nitroglycerin… you wondered how his skin would feel under your fingertips and the palms of your hands.  

"You're staring." Katsuki says in a matter of fact tone, snapping you out of your train of thought.

"Since when were you able to cook, Bakugo?"

He paused and turned to frown at you, raising an eyebrow at you. "Are you sure you paid any attention to me during highschool? We lived in the same fucking dorms for three years? Didn't I cook for the whole damn class on multiple occasions?" 

You wave your hands in front of your face and shake your head, "Not what I was asking. Like- why?"

"Why what?" He mumbles, going back to cooking.

"Why did you learn to cook?"

"Why not?"

"Bakugo."

"What?"

You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow.

He sighs and taps his foot against the tiled floor.

"I uh... I know you won't believe me but I was a difficult kid to control growin' up," 

You snort and Katsuki rolls his eyes, 

"Yea, real funny. I caused my old hag a lot of fuckin' stress when I was younger..." 

He paused. 

"I probably still do… all this hero shit and comin’ home banged up... ahem. Anyways. My old hag thought I needed a healthy outlet for the- and I quote, 'Crappy ass anger in you.'" 

He shrugged, walking over to the sink and washing his hands, 

"And she decided cooking would be the best outlet. I didn't care much when I was younger. Cooking... playing the fuckin' drums. All shit that would take me away from training to be the number one... but I can't lie..." 

Katsuki sighed, 

"It's not a bad skill to pick up. Especially when dunce face and the rest of the fucking losers, decide they want to eat something I cook for them when their blasted out their fuckin' minds."

He shrugged.

"'Sides. Why go to a fancy ass place, waste fuckin' money, gas, time and have the fuckin' media hound your ass when you can cook the shit yourself?"

And see the way your face lights up when I present it to you.

Katsuki shook his head.

Stupid Eijirou and his dumb romance ideas. Get out of my head!

"Huh. Never took you for a sap Bakugo." You hum, grinning when Katsuki pauses,

"THE FUCK? I'M NOT NO FUCKIN' SAP-"

"Eyes on the stove blondie! Don't want our dinner burning on us! That'd be on you." You poke at his chest, leaning in, your eyes flickering to meet his lips before you flash a grin at his flushed face, stepping out of the kitchen, and into the bathroom.

What the fuck.

What the fuck was that.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.

Katsuki gripped his shirt, bunching it into a fist as he tried to breathe, his heart throbbing against his ribcage as his other hand reached for the counter, trying to hold himself upright.

He could still feel your warm hand, pressing against his skin. You were so close, he could smell your shampoo and count the blemishes on your face and - shit did you lick your bottom lip too? 

"What the fuck..."

-

"Oi! Stupid! Are you ready? Hurry up before I press play!" You shout from Katsuki's bed. You were curled up in your pajamas, one of his pillows sitting on your lap as you stared at the TV screen in front of you.

"Gimmie five dumbass!" Katsuki shouted from his bathroom.

If you had told yourself three months ago that you'd be sitting in Katsuki Bakugo's bed right now, eating his snacks and curling up with one of his pillows - you would've laughed, spat at your feet and probably cursed your whole family generation - past, present and future for even suggesting something so damn stupid.

But the unofficial "date" you had at the bar with him - it tore something down between you both. Maybe you never really hated him in the first place.

Maybe you said you did because you were scared of telling him that you didn't. You were scared of what he might've said.

You definitely hated that thought.

Regardless, it was obvious that both of you were slowly beginning to open up to each other, the snarky remarks lost their malice and began a sort of... love language? 

Strangely enough.

Gross.

The glaces of hate had dissolved into glances of longing.

Yuck.

He had even held your hand, when you were much too drunk to walk let alone hold yourself up.

Ick.

His palm was warm, slightly calloused. But comforting.

He was comforting.

This shit is so fucking corny [Name]. Snap the fuck out. He's supposed to be your rival. Not your lover.

"You done spacing out?"

You yelped at the sound of his voice.

"Don't just do that!" you shook your head and placed a hand on your chest. 

"Right..." Katsuki snorted, moving to sit next to you. "What did you put on?"

"Scream?" You shrugged as Katsuki reached over to grab a handful of your snacks, ignoring your quiet 'HEY!' as he shoves the food in his mouth.

"A classic." He says, mouth full.

-

"That was fun Bakugo." You smiled as he pulled the door open for you.

"Yea?" He tilts his head to the side and a small smile tugs on his lips. "'M glad... you liked the food too right?"

You hummed, nodding as he helped you out of his car. "We should do that more... only if you want though!" You stammered nervously, a warm flush creeping up your cheeks as you nervously scratched the back of your head.

Katsuki nodded. "Sure... Yea... Okay. Why not."

You nodded walking to your door. "Cool... Cool..." You cough awkwardly and scratch the back of your head. "Thanks for dropping me off Bakugo."

Katsuki nodded, pulling the front door of his car open. "Yea. Sleep well... Or whatever." He mumbled under his breath. 

You pulled your front door open.

Katsuki shoved his key into the ignition.

-

"Chirst Katsuki. Pull yourself together." He groaned, tugging on his ashen blond locks as he shuffled into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Red eyes scan over his bed, the sheets messy and crumples, wrappers overflowing in the small trashcan next to his bed.

He was going crazy. Maybe he was dying? Is this what it feels like to be dying? Dying at twenty three - would you show up to his funeral? Cry and hold his body? Would you miss him if he was gone? Maybe he was going crazy. 

These are crazy thoughts Katsuki.

“You’re going insane Katsuki. Snap the fuck out of it.”

He let out a groan, sitting on his bed and rubbing his hands over his face. “Fucking hell…” 

Katsuki reached for the pillow you were holding onto the whole night.

Probably smells like them now.

Katsuki paused.

He lifted the pillow up to his face and inhaled. His shoulders dropped and he felt the tension leave his body. Was this creepy? Probably. But damn did he need this. 

He sighed and flopped back in bed, curling up against the pillow.

And, pretending that he was holding you - Katsuki Bakugo fell asleep.

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────⋆⋅☆ Chase ! Lust for Love

.ᐟCw: Suggestive, stripper!reader x street racer!otoya, overly dramatic scenes, extra long, lap dance, money

Next: full speed | 03 or love less lust | 2.5 Prev: fell in lust | 01

"I pray the medication slow me down But that shit doesn't work when you're around" - lust by chase Atlantic

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2

Its been weeks and for some reason, you’re still thinking about that mysterious man who came in, kiss you like he’s your prince charming and dipped after paying a literal mortgage. 

You came to the club every day, even on days when you didn’t work, just so maybe, maybe you could see him again. 

You hated how he so quickly bought you off. Unlike other men who were stingy with their money, he wasn’t. That man was… different. 

Which was obviously dangerous for you, so you decided not to think too deeply about it. 

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, the pads of your fingers grazing over your lips where he devoured you. 

“Yn! Your time to shine, princess, get on stage,” one of the other girls said, giving you a thumbs up, you smiled at her, walking up on stage to perform for hungry men. 

─⋆⋅☆

“What happened to otoya?” Chigiri asked, lighting his cigarette up using a black lighter. he was leaning against the hood of his car, watching the competitors for today line up at the starting line. 

“He’s going crazy over some chic” Karasu said, throwing an arm around otoya, who had his head dropped into his hands.

“It’ll be okay, i’m sure your Cinderella will find her way back to you”

“Wasn’t it the prince who found her?”

“Shut up, chigiri” karasu scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever needed a woman as bad as i need her” otoya groaned, his fingers laced in his hair, tugging at the roots. 

“This is so shocking, considering you never think twice about the women you’ve hooked up with.”

“We didn’t even hook up!” he cried out, throwing his head back like he’s having some sort of tantrum. Chigiri just looked away, not wanting to keep up with his dramatic ass. 

Karasu laughed, patting his back.

“It’s okay, man. Don’t cry” he teased the poor guy, getting an elbow in the ribs. 

“I haven’t even had time to go back to the club. This stupid shit has kept me so busy and then I had to help out bachira with some business he had with his plug” he said, dropping down, his body went thud against the car. 

“Dude..” Chigiri stared, rubbing his forehead. 

“Karasu, bring that sorry piece of shit, let’s go find his girl” otoya sat up in seconds, smiling like a 6 year old who just got handed a big ass lollipop. 

They all went to the club but Otoya was the only one who watched the dancers intently, hoping one of them was you. Karasu and chigiri went to take shots. 

It was unfortunate that he arrived at the club right after your shift finished. He tried looking around, even asking some of the other strippers, he didn’t know your name but tried his best to describe you from his hazy memory. 

“No, sorry, i have no clue who you’re talking about” Some blonde apologetically smiled at him before she left as well. 

This continued for well over another week until finally. Finally, when he was about to walk out of the club, giving up, he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. He knew it was you, it was the same way you caught his attention for the first time. 

Otoya was frozen for a second before he watched you get on stage. The loud music thrummed against every surface of the club, the bass could be felt in the floors. 

The way you danced around the pole was mesmerizing. He just stared in awe. Not tearing his eyes away even for a single second. 

Your thighs were wrapped around the pole as you gracefully landed on your feet. 

He watched as you left the stage. 

Last time, you declined to give a lap dance. Maybe he would’ve gotten denied again. Or maybe.. Just maybe.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair before walking out. 

You on the other hand, saw him. When you were dancing around the pole, you got a glimpse of that green hair and you knew it was him. 

You had been seeing him for the past few days. But every time he would show up, you’d either leave early or change your dance shift with someone else. 

You wanted to see him, but at the same time, you were scared. What if he asked for a private dance again or what if he’s too pushy? He’s been coming non-stop for almost 11 days now. It’s driving you mad. Is he mad? Maybe. 

And again, the next day he was back. He did tell himself it would be the last time before he moved on but when he saw you again, calm expression, the glitter on your skin and hair shimmering under the neon lights. He couldn’t hold himself back. 

This time, you made eye contact with him. You stared at him while you danced, all the way until you were walking off the stage again. 

A part of you was hoping he’d come back, follow you backstage, and talk to you, but to your surprise, he doesn’t. You’re confused; you came around at the front, and once agai,n he was gone. You scoffed in annoyance, rushing up to the front door. Before you could step out, you collided with someone’s chest.

You looked up and, oh wow, speak of the devil and the devil makes an appearance, or however the saying goes. 

Ugh, he was such a prick. Why was he playing with you like this? 

You pushed yourself back, noticing his hand was on your waist to keep you from falling. Otoya, on the other hand, looked like he just won the lottery, though he didn't need it. 

“You ok-” 

“What the hell is your problem?” your voice coming out a bit louder than necessary. You glared up at him and he seemed just as confused as the bouncer who was eavesdropping. 

“What..?”

“What do you want?” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

He smirked, laughing under his breath before leaning down to whisper against your ear, “i want you, but I don't think you’re gonna let me have that.” 

You shake your head, and he just shrugs, “What can i say? You’ve been on my mind since that kiss. can’t forget you.” 

If you truly decided to be honest with yourself, he was also on your mind, he’s been on your mind, and you couldn’t stop thinking of him. Every time you saw him, you held back because you wanted to run up to him, kiss him again, maybe even give him that dance that he wanted. 

You knew he was toying with you; he was a player, and that’s all they do. But the way his eyes undressed you, not leaving a single inch of your body unseen, made you feel more naked than you already were. 

You didn’t want a man like him; they were trouble and on that note, you wanted something that would last, something that was real, raw, something you wouldn’t find in this generation. 

You saw a white Acura NSX behind him with green accents and a neon green underglow. 

“Is that yours?” You asked, finally breaking the silence. 

He nodded, turning to look in your direction. 

“You like it? Wanna ride?” He grins, leaning in beside you. 

You felt your face heat up, moving away from him.

“I'm still working.” 

“You need money?” 

“I'll end up getting fired, idiot.” 

“Let's see, that your manager?” He asked. Pointing to the girl talking to the bartender. You nodded, and he was quick to walk over, sliding beside her. 

You couldn't hear what he was saying, but she was laughing. he pointed in your direction, and she smiled, agreeing to something.

What? It was that easy? 

He jogged back, grabbing you by your wrist and dragging you out. 

“Wait, wait! I need to change, I can't leave like this” You pushed him back. He sighed, taking off his bomber jacket and putting it over your shoulders. 

“There. Better? And don't worry, we won't Be getting out of the car so don't worry about below the waist.” He grinned, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you towards his car. He opened the door for you, letting you sit inside. 

You couldn't see but you swore your face was red. Why was he like this? 

He sat in the driver’s side. The engine roared to life beneath you, drowning out all the noise in the outside world.

It made you realize something: you may not be able to handle the man otoya eita was. 

You were pushed back as Otoya stepped on the gas. 

You fixed his jacket, slipping your arms into the holes and wrapping it around your body. 

You were about to speak up when you realized you still hadn’t asked for his name. 

“Your name. What is it?” 

He eyed you, smirking, pushing his hair back.

“Name’s otoya eita, but you can call me yours, babe.” You scoffed at his audacity, trying to keep a straight face.

“You’re so..so-”

“Hot? I know, but i appreciate the compliment.” 

“Idiot..” you heard him chuckle, dropping his hand from the wheel to your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, staring down at the hand as he squeezed the soft flesh. 

The cool wind ran through your hair as the tires screeched. 

“How did you have that kind of money?” 

He grinned, drumming his fingers against your thigh. 

“I race” 

“Oh like… f1-”

“Illegally for money”

You eyed him, going quiet. Is that what he meant when he said he couldn’t write you a check? You nodded, acting like you understood. 

“You followed me”

“I did?” 

“You came to club almost every day.” 

“Oh so you were watching me, yeah?” you nudged his shoulder, laughing

“Get outta here, you're so full of yourself,” he laughed, his smile spread across his face, you could feel your heartbeat speed up. 

“I mean, what can i say? You’ve been on my mind since you turned me down, baby” 

“Uh-huh, anything else you wanna say that makes you seem more like a player than you already are?”

“Can we kiss again?”

What?

You wanted to laugh, but he looked dead serious. The car came to a halt, and you looked around to se brought you to some cliffside area. You didn’t answer; you stepped out the car, making your way forward and placing your hand on the railing.

Wow. it was beautiful, the city looked so small, neon colours and bright yellow lights scattered everywhere. Like ou stood on top of the world.

“It’s pretty.”

You whispered, gasping when otoya’s warm breath hit your nape.

“Isn’t it? It’s my little hideout.” 

‘Pfft, hideout? Are you some sort of villain?” 

“Nahh I'm actually a ninja in disguise.”

“Oh my god, shut up, I’m totally so turned on right now” you joked. both of you stared at each other before bursting out laughing. 

“You’re the first person i brought here.”

“Liar” 

“if i wanted to lie, I’d do it about something that would make you fall for me even harder.” his expression was calm, and his eyes were telling the truth. 

“Why’d you bring me here?” 

“Because it’s beautiful like you.” 

You sighed, leaning back onto the railing. Otoya stood in front of you; he hooked a finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

“You look good in my jacket.” you pout, relaxing yourself. 

“Kiss me.” You didn’t need to tell him twice; he was leaning down, capturing your lips with his, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He tugged at your lower lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moaned as his hands trailed down, groping your ass over the jacket.

“Can I have that lap dance now?” 

You sighed, rolling your eyes, pushing him back until his back came in contact with the front of his car.

“Get in.” not surprising he was gonna get rejected. He kissed his teeth sitting in the driver's seat. 

“I’ll drop you off, yeah?” He was a little quiet, placing his hands on the wheel when the driver’s side door opened. He flinched when you entered, climbing onto his lap, shutting the door. 

“Music?” you asked, tilting your head. Otoya stared at you for a series of seconds before snapping back to reality. He turned up the music, placing his hands on your hips. 

You moved your hips, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath you. he sighs, throwing his head back. He’s never like this, he feels like he’s in high school going through puberty again. 

His boner was poking into your core, you bit down on your lip, leaning in to graze your lips against him. 

“Fuck..” he groaned. The music really set the scene, feeling it vibrate through your bodies. 

“How much?” you pushed yourself back, looking confused

“For?” 

“The dance? It was 150k for the kiss, how much for the dance and an additional 150 for the kiss you gave earlier.” 

What. 

There's no way in hell he could pay you that amount again, plus more. And your question was how does he just have this type of money lying around wherever he goes? is he trying to get robbed?

“I don’t know,” you said because you really didn’t know.

“Let's do 200k for the dance and 150k for the kiss, yeah?” god, how you hated guys who threw around money like it’s paper, it was so hot. 

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A/n: wow he's rich rich. ik this is gonna flop cause otoya underrated asf and this chapter is rlly long but let's see. im gonna write a 2.5 which will include smut (can be read as a standalone)

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⸝⸝ Playing with his pretty dick after he comes.

⸝⸝ his sweet virgin girlfriend tells him he can't take her V card so he decides to do this instead

⸝⸝ Filling you up because you look so hot with his cum dripping out

➷Michael kaiser, gojo satoru, shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, ran haitani, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, rindou haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, izana kurokawa (+your faves)

⸝⸝ He's your own little seat

⸝⸝ He loves fucking you in missionary cause of the pretty view

⸝⸝ He fingers you while eating you out

➷megumi fushiguro, ino takuma, inumaki toge, otoya eita, nagi seishiro, wakasa imaushi, rin itoshi, reo mikage, barou shoei, inui seishu, chifuyu matsuno, kakucho hitto, (+your faves)

⸝⸝ letting him rearrange your inside in the backseat where everyone can see who you belong to

⸝⸝ Ruining your cute little panties

⸝⸝ spanking you

➷geto suguru, yuta okkotsu, isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, michael kaiser, hiori yo, mikey sano, ran haitani, bachira meguru, kokonoi hajime, sanzu haruchiyo, (+your faves)

⸝⸝ He finally gives you what you want after being needy all day

⸝⸝ He doesn't realize how thick is cock is

⸝⸝ Playing with your pussy because he found out you have a hand fetish

➷toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, kunigami rensuke, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, draken ryuguji, taiju shiba, rindou haitani, hanma shuji, gojo satoru, rin itoshi (+your faves)

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A/n: something new

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ooooo for the ship mood board, me n shiggy w online gamer friends to lovers would go so hard (i’m being so incredibly self indulgent rn cause i’m writing an outline for an university au with gamer shiggy series as i speak)

or maybe touya with whatever feels right

or hawks and his stupid self

thanks boo🫶🏼

okay so, because it’s the clearest prompt i’ve chosen to start off with tomu (u can totally have mood boards and hqs for the others, but i’ll prob put them in separate posts (let me know)

⌖ so u obv start out as online strangers, u met on a discord vc that a friend of a friend made

⌖ u kind of js hang out with ur shared online friends but quickly hit it off and start making plans for gaming session between just the two of you

⌖ you become really close, really quickly and start gaming together every free minute

⌖ one of you would hop online and in the same breath text the other to hop on (within seconds the two of you were fully immersed)

⌖ once u exchange numbers, tomura would js randomly send u pics of half his face throughout the day and you’d do the same (as friends do, right?)

⌖ you fell first, he fell harder type shhh

⌖ you don’t remember when it happened, but at some point discord voice chat switched to phone calls and then to long facetime calls

⌖ sometimes you weren’t even online and he would still facetime you, while you were already in bed just so you could hang out while he games

⌖ he would play something cozy like sdv or minecraft so he doesn’t rage in your ear while you fall asleep on call

⌖ the first time you meet was actually initiated by you (he’d be way too shy)

⌖ but he has a whole date planned (as friends ofc)

⌖ you arrive at his place pretty late in the evening so the two of you just lounge around playing minecraft at his gaming set up (you ofc notice that he put your beds together in game)

⌖ the next day he takes you to a local arcade and you spend the entire day there competing against each other (tomura is such a sore loser)

⌖ he asks you to be his girlfriend while you walk back home to his place